Chapter 65: The Puppeteer

As the words fell, brilliant flames burst forth beneath Ren Jie's feet.

"Incineration: Fiend Stomp!"

"Boom!"

A surging torrent of fire rushed straight toward Wang Feng's face, a point-blank onslaught.

Under the blazing heat, Wang Feng's face was roasted, his skin and flesh charred.

"Ahhh!"

His body struggled violently, his screams unending.

As the flames dissipated, he was utterly disfigured, his face horrifying, yet he was rapidly regenerating under his demonic transformation.

He tried to seize the opportunity to break free and get away from Ren Jie, for he could already sense the threat of death emanating from him.

Yet right at that moment, the golden light in Ren Jie's eyes flared once more. Under that gaze, Wang Feng's body was frozen in place again.

Ren Jie raised his hand and brought down his blade, directly slicing off both of Wang Feng's ears and his nose. The fiery edge of the blade slashed wantonly across his body, carving away chunks of flesh.

Wang Feng endured the agony of flesh being sliced away with every passing second, his mind on the verge of collapse.

A chilling premonition arose in his heart: was Ren Jie going to keep him locked down and cut him to pieces alive, stroke by stroke?

At this thought, Wang Feng's eyes filled with terror.

Yet he still raged, "What kind of skill is this? If you've got the guts, let me go and fight me head-on!"

However, Ren Jie continued to deploy his gaze without stopping, his blade flashing relentlessly.

"What are you barking for? Weakness disguised as bluster is nothing more than the yapping of a dog—your own words!"

"Just enjoy this sense of helplessness; I experienced it myself not long ago!"

As he spoke, he directly severed both of Wang Feng's arms, sending blood flying everywhere.

"I am going to slice you a thousand times and torture you to death, making you perish in agonizing, ultimate despair!"

Ren Jie cut him down stroke by stroke, blood splattering constantly over his body.

The vitality of a demonic pact-maker was formidable, especially the self-healing ability under demonic transformation. The regenerative power of the muscular fiend was particularly outstanding!

Yet this only turned out to be Wang Feng's nightmare.

Trapped beneath that gaze, he had nowhere to run!

Wang Feng's mind was near collapse. He was terrified, his eyes filled with supplication:

"Let me go, please don't kill me. I can give you money, magic crystals, and I can have Sister Shasha let you go, I—ahhh!"

With a single stroke, Ren Jie gouged out both of his eyes.

Screaming, Wang Feng cried out urgently, "Sister Shasha, save me! He's a lunatic! He's a lunatic!"

Yet Huan Sha had no time to pay attention to Wang Feng. She was entangled with Nuo Yan, and Nuo Yan's strength was extraordinarily formidable.

Wang Feng fell into complete despair, even automatically canceling his demonic transformation.

"Kill me! Just kill me! Hahaha, kill me, and that good-for-nothing won't come back to life either!"

However, Ren Jie burned Wang Feng frantically with searing flames, his gaze cold and piercing:

"Open it! If you don't want to be burned to death by the flames, activate your demonic transformation for me right now!"

Wang Feng wept in agony. The sensation of being scorched by fire was excruciatingly painful, even worse than being carved by a blade.

Left with no choice and driven by profound humiliation, he activated his demonic transformation. But the toll from his previous transformation had not yet been paid; if the demonic scars appeared, his pain would only multiply.

Thus, Wang Feng could only endure the agonizing pain, bite off his own tongue, and swallow it whole to pay the price...

Consuming a piece of himself could also be considered eating human flesh...

Weeping bitterly, Wang Feng kept begging for mercy through a mouth full of blood.

Ren Jie's blade never stopped, and his gaze continuously flashed from his eyes. His Eyes of Truth-Breaking were long overloaded, even shedding tears of blood, yet he still did not stop!

He wantonly vented the hatred pent up in his heart!

This sight made Nuo Yan's scalp tingle!

When this kid went ruthless, he simply stopped acting human. He was more demonic than actual demons—Wang Feng had already been hacked into a human torso, barely retaining any human shape...

In the end, Wang Feng could no longer maintain his demonic transformation. His body was practically shredded to pieces by Ren Jie, and he no longer had the strength to pay the price for a second transformation. Pitch-black demonic scars began to crawl wantonly all over his body...

At this moment, Wang Feng was enduring the ultimate agony. His entire body had been cleaved open, leaving him with just one last breath, his eyes brimming with supplication...

Ren Jie took a deep breath, discarded his flaming blade, and let his eyes fill with desolation. He had completely lost interest in Wang Feng.

No matter how many more times he slashed, Uncle Wei wouldn't be coming back...

He raised his index finger, hooked his thumb, and made a gun gesture against Wang Feng's forehead...

Boundless flames gathered frantically between his fingertips, transforming into a crimson-red sphere no larger than a marble, the high temperature it emitted distorting the air!

The fiery glow reflected on Ren Jie's face as he expressionlessly pulled the "trigger"!

"Meteor Between Fingers!"

With a loud "bang," resembling the sound of a real gunshot, the stellar projectile shot out instantly, directly piercing through Wang Feng's head, followed by a violent explosion.

Amidst the boundless blaze, Wang Feng's body was carbonized into flying ash, his very bones scattered to the wind.

This was the first person Ren Jie had ever killed, yet his heart held nothing but rage!

Out of the endless flames, Ren Jie's figure strode forward, wielding twin blades of ice and fire, charging furiously toward the pack of ogres.

The demons Uncle Wei didn't get to slay, I, Ren Jie, will finish off!

This was entirely a unilateral massacre. Even when facing Tier 3 ogres, Ren Jie did not show a shred of fear.

Meanwhile, the battle between Nuo Yan and Huan Sha had also reached a white-hot stage!

Huan Sha's rank reached the full Tier 3 Body Realm—correction, the high-tier Body Realm—while Nuo Yan was only at the peak of the Tier 4 Concealment Realm. Even so, facing Huan Sha, she did not fall into a disadvantage.

By now, Huan Sha was growing somewhat anxious. She never expected Wang Feng to be killed by that Tier 2 nobody.

Furthermore, this eyepatched woman's ability was exceedingly bizarre; until now, she still hadn't figured out what kind of demon Nuo Yan had contracted.

Too much time had been wasted here, and she had to resolve this swiftly. Though she was reluctant to pay the price, she had no other choice.

"Demonic Transformation: Silk Fiend!"

Huan Sha's transformation: Silk Fiend